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I lost it
her first love letter sent to her precious man, me the tin man, and my collection of rusty means of getting here and there back where I come from we're honest country folk we'd ride out to the middle of nowhere a field of simple wildflowers she always said all I need to know to fall in love for the first time was that it don't happen twice never, true love she always said this song about me and you is all the magic anyone needs so, when I close my eyes it's easy to see her pretty curls and her tender smile she's got it all that's all I need to know the only reason I'm here, just hoping to feel her welcome arms she always sang the words real loud "Well, you had me from "Hello" I felt love start to grow" and your simple shy smile -- those were her gentle words -- she always said she thinks my tractor's sexy when I'm riding in jeans cause she couldn't tell me what I need to do is to say riding here with you, because of your love, this moment is our baptism of how forever feels in your welcome arms all of these words lost in her letter "to my precious tin man" but engraved forever in my heart to the tin man 3 june, 2006 (Poetic Paradise Daily Challenge)
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